Monthly Archives: October 2021

Boo Hoo

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I cry much too easily. It’s almost as if other people have a valve on their tear ducts that they can control, whereas I don’t.

It first became an embarrassment to me when I was five. I was in grade one and tended to be a goody-goody. When the teacher said “No talking,” I didn’t talk. Not so the other members of my class. Finally the teacher warned, “If you don’t stop talking I am going to smack you all!”

They didn’t and she did. Smacks on the hand with a ruler for every one of us. Who do you think was the only one to cry? It was not only the pain but the whole unfairness of it.

It’s embarrassing enough when one is five and in the first year of school. How much worse is it when one is a teenager? I remember a Scripture Union camp where in our small groups we could ask for prayer. My prayer was that I wouldn’t cry so easily.

God didn’t answer that prayer. Now I am one year short of seventy and I still cry too easily. My granddaughter of seven knows that there are certain books Granny can’t read without crying. They are books about abandoned kittens or lost puppies or lonely little girls. My sons know me well. If we are watching a movie together, one or other of them will pass me a tissue or two during the sad bits.

It is good to know that Jesus wept (John 11:35.) I don’t think He wept quite as often as I do, however.

There are other references to tears in the Bible and they bring me some comfort. David says, “Put my tears into Your bottle;” (Psalm 56:8b NKJV.) God will certainly need a large bottle for my tears! It is comforting to know that God cares – that He feels for my sadness, disappointment or loss. He understands.

The best is yet to come. “And God shall wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things are passed away. Then He who sat on the throne said, ‘Behold, I make all things new.'” (Rev 21:4-5a NKJV)

I can’t wait.

This post is part of Streams of Consciousness Saturday. The prompt is the word, “boo.”

God’s Perfect Timing

“But I trust in you, Lord; I say “You are my God.” My times are in your hands;” (Psalm 31:14-15a NIV)

Last year in early Autumn, I bought a rose bush from a sidewalk sale. There were not too many to choose from but I selected the one I liked the best and I asked my gardener to plant it for me.

After Winter, I couldn’t remember what my rose looked like. I also didn’t know its name. How excited I was to see a bud some weeks ago.

I couldn’t wait for my bud to open so I could remember what the rose looked like. It took a long time and every day I’d go to the garden to have a look but all I’d see was the bud. Finally, after what seemed much too long, the bud started opening until it unfolded into the beautiful flower God had created it to be.

If I had become impatient and taken things into my own hands, prising open the bud and pulling off the petals, I would never have seen my rose. I had to wait for the right time.

I know that God has a plan for my life and for my children’s lives. I cannot take things into my own hands and try to work out the plan myself. I have to wait for God’s timing and watch with wonder as signs of his perfect plan unfold. God is never late, never early but always on time. Why is it so hard to trust Him?

My Prayer

Father God, I know that You love me and that You have a plan for my life. Teach me to rest in Your love and trust your timing implicitly. Amen.

Blooming Where we are Planted.

I enjoy certain aspects of gardening but I have brown thumbs. However, one joy I have discovered is taking slips and planting cuttings.

My mother’s gardener works for different people on different days of the week. He takes cuttings or leaves from one garden and transplants them into another. My mother often notices plants that are new to her garden.

I’ve only had success with rock roses and geraniums so far. It’s easy. I cut off a leaf or a short piece of the plant and stick it just like that in some soil. It has no roots or anything and the environment is different from what it is used to. Nevertheless, given water and sun, it develops roots, grows, and will eventually bloom bringing all the beauty of its parent plant to a new location.

What started off as a couple of leaves stuck in the ground is now a lovely pot plant

Sometimes we are transplanted, be it through our own plans or circumstances beyond our control. Either way, God is the gardener and He prepares the soil where we are to be planted. Our job is to merely settle. We explore, meet new people, and slowly grow roots. It takes a long time to grow enough to start blooming but that is ultimately our Father’s desire, that we bloom where we are planted. That we bless those around us with a bit of the culture of our homeland.

Sometimes it’s not even a change of locality that stresses us. Sometimes it’s just a new set of circumstances. Sure, we mourn for what we have lost but God still desires the same thing for us – that we bloom under the new circumstances that have come into our lives.

When the Israelites were captured by the Babylonians, this is what the Lord said to them through the prophet Jeremiah< “Build houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce. Marry and have sons and daughters; find wives for your sons and give your daughters in marriage, so that they too may have sons and daughters. Increase in number there, do not decrease.” (Jer 29:5-7 NIV)

My Prayer

Father God, sometimes I feel so alone, as if I don’t fit in this place and I long for things as they were in the past. I feel like a shell tumbled and tossed by waves of circumstance beyond my control. Please help me to trust You implicitly, to know that You have a plan for me right here, right now. May I trust Your plan and settle in to Your provision, knowing that growth and root-making are the result of Your work in my life. May I bloom where You have planted me. Amen.

Grey Hair

When I became a granny, I stopped colouring my hair. I reckoned it was appropriate for grannies to have grey hair. I am quite used to my older image now.

The Bible says, “Grey hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness.” (Prov 16:31 NIV)

In this world where the elderly are often overlooked or treated with disdain, it is good to know that God is no respecter of age. He has a plan for each of us in every stage of life – from the boy, Samuel to the old man, Moses.

Certainly the Lord’s immediate plans for us change as we grow older, but His overall plan remains constant:- that we may be conformed to the image of Christ. We can do no better than to seek all our lives to glorify God and enjoy Him forever (Westminster Shorter Catechism)

My Prayer

Lord Jesus Christ, every day as I seek to see You more clearly, love You more dearly and follow You more nearly, may I gently be transformed into Your image by the work of Your Spirit in my life. Amen.